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I was 15 goin' on 20 when I met up with this old man
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He was quite a lover of the cards and of the dice
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He had whores and he had ladies, he made love and he made babies
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He could tell some damn good stories and give some good advice
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(chorus)You gotta learn how to pick 'em son, learn how to lick 'em son,
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Learn how to stick 'em son between the thighs.
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You gotta try not to beat 'em too much, try not to teach 'em too much,
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Try not to feed 'em too much bullshit and lies.

He'd sit down and pour some whiskey, then he'd mix it up with water.
Here's a picture of my daughter he would say, then he would sigh.
Then he'd drink and laugh a little, as he picked up that old fiddle.
That same old riddle, I never did know why.
(repeat chorus)

Now the years have seen him buried, his daughter and me married.
I was sure he raised her right and taught her how to fuck.
When I asked her what he told her, she said he'd never scold her.
He would always hold her, but he never told her much.